<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:54:45.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Bikers</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is meant to be lived on the back of a bike. At least the fun parts. This blog is an effort on my part to convert the world into bikers, starting with my friends living here in Fresh Meadows! Even if I have to do it single handedly, I will civilize the bikers of New York</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-6882001126556628537</id><published>2012-02-01T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:07:09.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 1st and I'm Biking in Shorts?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Is it possible that yesterday was February 1st (my birthday), and I was bike riding in shorts?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's true - it was 61 degrees and&amp;nbsp; I went with Queen D to drop off my laundery and pick up Bike Diva's laundry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;With the laundry safe and sound on the back of my bike, a bottle of diet pepsi and the Diva's "special" laundry detergent  in the front basket, I'm off for the 2 mile bike ride back to the &lt;a href="http://4sq.com/wbvVDS" target="_blank"&gt;Maison du Jouir&lt;/a&gt;. Protein gets out protein!&lt;br /&gt;
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Once safe at le Maison du Jouir, I proceeded to set up my telescope in the backyard (an awesome gift from the Diva) and looked at Venus, Jupiter, the moon, Mars, and Saturn until the clouds came and the cannoli birthday cake (a gift from Diva and Queen D) beckoned. Notice the star Sirius eight behind the telescope. It was a great birthday thanks to some great friends and cooperative weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam the Eagle is having a New Year's Eve party tonight so I needed to pick up my clean clothes from the laundromat (just to get them dirty at the party - I hope). It is December 31st and it is about 50 degrees so I thought it best to take my bike. I asked my housemmate, &lt;a href="http://about.me/valeriecorvington" target="_blank"&gt;Queen D&lt;/a&gt;, to take some nice shots as I biked away. She kindly obliged and here are some of the results.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to drop off some dirty laundry and pick up some clean laundry so I have something to wear tonight at Sam the Eagle's New Year's party. I brought in about 30 pounds of laundry on the back of my bike&lt;br /&gt;
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If the weather is nice it is always better to get the exercise then to drive. Remember where that gasoline you are putting in your car comes from. It comes from Russia, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, and Venezuela (among a few other places). None of these places are particularly friendly to us, yet we flood them with American dollars to wage war against our interests!&lt;br /&gt;
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Save some dollars, burn some calories, and do something good for the America - ride your bike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-456655460002655749?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/456655460002655749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=456655460002655749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/456655460002655749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/456655460002655749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2011/12/bicycling-with-laundry-and-good-bye.html' title='Bicycling with Laundry and Good Bye 2011'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zYfJEp5rjY/TxSOEUni_HI/AAAAAAAAGiI/pLXNqjb2xeA/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-2119879931510927689</id><published>2011-09-18T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:52:59.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Fall Classic in Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am on my way to play some softball. I could have taken my car, but instead I decided to warm up before the game by taking a bicycle. The fall is fast approaching and we need to take advantage of every warm day left this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Photography credits go to &lt;span class="screen-name screen-name-Fishthenet pill"&gt;@Fishthenet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-4705661298724614007?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4705661298724614007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=4705661298724614007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/4705661298724614007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/4705661298724614007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-bike-pictures.html' title='Random Bike Pictures'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Siyr2Z9mk/To3EHOJ7CBI/AAAAAAAAGfA/VpyAjl_zR4s/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-914158089901336376</id><published>2011-07-02T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:15:58.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycling to Dyker Heights, Brooklyn from Fresh Meadows, Queens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On a breezy and sunny summer morning I set off to prove to myself that transportation on bicycle is a valid alternative to driving or public transport here in NYC. As you may or may not know I live in Fresh Meadows near St. John's University. I had business to attend to in Dyker Heights Brooklyn (which is near the Verazano Bridge).&lt;br /&gt;
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If I drove and there was no traffic I could arrive there in 29 minutes. Anyone that has driven on the Brooklyn-Queens-Expressway or the Long Island Expressway can attest there is nothing express about them, ESPECIALLY during morning and evening peak commuter times. Time in traffic is one hour and 30 minutes. Hmm - doesn't seem very efficient, does it? The cost for 40 miles of driving, at 20 miles a gallon equals about $6 total gas cost to travel there, not counting wear and tear on my vehicle as well as the possibility for tickets (which is very high in this city).&lt;br /&gt;
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Can the public transportation do better? Doubtfull but let's see what Lord Google says. The fastest way to my destination using buses and trains is one hour and 24 minutes but in involves the LIRR which brings the cost to about $10 each way, $20 total. For $5 I can take one hour and forty-one minutes but I have to take one bus and 3 trains. Fun stuff, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally on my trusty bike, according to Lord Google, it takes one hour and tweny-six minutes, costs me nothing, I get free exercise, and I get to do a little exploring of Brooklyn.Of course these times are assuming a brisk 10mph average. I hover more around 7mph on my English roadster (which is all I would trust to not get a flat) so my time to arrive is increased. Since I was going to a meeting and I didn't want to look totally disheveled I went even slower and arrived in about 2 hours but still, I spent no money and I hopefully lost a little weight. If traveling to Brooklyn is better by bike, then travel to the corner market has to be better by bike!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bicycle riding in Brooklyn seems very different then bicycle riding near my house in Queens. Over here it seems like everyone is a Lycra monster counting their cadence. In Brooklyn a lot of people have roadsters and most people seem to be riding their bikes because they need to get somewhere, not because they are practicing for the Lance Armstrong team. In Brooklyn there are lots of beautiful girls riding beautiful bikes having a beautiful time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was also able to experience, for the first time, two great green-ways on Empire Blvd and on Ocean Parkway (which by the way happens to be the oldest bike path in the country or city, I don't remember). There are few feelings better then flying down a totally separate bike lane without worry that you are going to be flatten by an incoming NYC bus. On the 17th of July I am planning an excursion with some friends to further explore Brooklyn by bike and I welcome all of you to come along. I think this time I will hit Coney Island. Now that's awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-914158089901336376?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/914158089901336376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=914158089901336376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/914158089901336376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/914158089901336376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/07/bicycling-to-dyker-heights-brooklyn.html' title='Bicycling to Dyker Heights, Brooklyn from Fresh Meadows, Queens.'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-6497157640914098157</id><published>2011-06-15T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:17:00.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tricycle Saga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So for some time now I have been trying to convince the Diva's mother to bike to work. Fearful of bodily harm she confused that a two wheel bike was not for her. She insisted that it wasn't she was unable to ride a two wheeler - it was just that the possibility of falling prevented from possibly taking the busy avenue to her work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to admit it but she has a point. When riding around town on a two wheel bike there is always an increased danger of fall and falling equals pain and pain equals the dark side. That is when I came up with the brilliant idea that she should take a tricycle to work. Unfortunately, to my chagrin, the Diva's mom insisted she would do it but for fear of mockery. Imagine, she proceeded, me on a tricycle going down Bell Blvd or Northern Blvd! She insisted trikes where for kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry but that that silly rabbit was right, trikes are not just for kids! Trikes are for everyone and they have the added bonus over bicycles of increased carrying capacity, increased stability, and increased visibility to cars around you. I mean what driver would miss a tricycle peddling down the boulavard!&lt;br /&gt;
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So in order to convince the Diva's mom to trike to work I will begin  chronicling all tricycles I see. First off we have this beauty. It belongs to an older Jewish gentleman in Brooklyn. who was slightly physically disabled. I saw this tricycle parked in front of a store and I started taking pictures. The owner approached me and told me all about his bike. This one is electric and pedal assisted and according to the owner, he often takes it for 35 mile trips.&lt;br /&gt;
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This next one passed right by my house. I had to chase the owner down in order to get the picture. This 21 speed tricycle was being manned by a kind women in her 40's or 50's obviously demonstrating the viability of transport via trike.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have seen many other tricycles but only recently have I begun their documentation. I know that with enough time I will be able to convince the Diva's mom that taking a tricycle to work is fun, good exrcesise, and a money saver when it comes to wear and tear on ones car and gas for one's hung of metal.&lt;br /&gt;
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TO BE CONTINUED&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-6497157640914098157?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6497157640914098157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=6497157640914098157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6497157640914098157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6497157640914098157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/06/tricycle-saga.html' title='The Tricycle Saga.'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSLSKYi-RBg/TCmMTzX_eXI/AAAAAAAAGTw/1ABu5IldIg0/s72-c/IMG00063-20100611-1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-2121299397218899945</id><published>2011-05-30T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:20:56.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Phase one in which Doris gets her oats."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If you read my previous posts you met the new member of the family - a Royal Scot born in February of 1967. That's even before the Beatles's Sergeant Pepper's came out. That poor little Royal had years of dust on it so I gave it a bath. I gave it a bath in WD40.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step One is to wash the bike in oil. WD40 will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;
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You want to lather the back, the fenders (any place with rust)  totally with oil so you can wipe it down later and you want to let that  soak in, penetrate, bake in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see in this picture below you will get oil on the rims and will LOSE ALL ABILITY TO STOP! To not ride this bike until you fully remove all the oil or you may get into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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After you have covered the bike in oil let it sit in the sun for a few days. It is important that the oil soaks in as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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It looks better already! Now the bike has to bake for a few days. Check back in a few to see what the final result looks like! I can't wait for the Diva to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-2121299397218899945?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2121299397218899945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=2121299397218899945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/2121299397218899945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/2121299397218899945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/phase-one-in-which-doris-gets-her-oats.html' title='&quot;Phase one in which Doris gets her oats.&quot;'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSLSKYi-RBg/S9u8gn3XnOI/AAAAAAAAGPk/XWloDBFJR0I/s72-c/IMG_2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-7188344703161338313</id><published>2011-05-16T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:19:24.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Scot Joins the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The bicycle situation at home is starting to get a little crazy. Right now at the house, there are more bikes then there are people. The 6 bikes by last count where 1 fixie, 1 road bike, 2 mountain bikes, and 2 roadsters.&amp;nbsp; There are plans for building an outside bike shed on wheels to protect our babies from the rain but negotiations are still ensuing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of the 6 bikes at the house I have purchased or own 4 of them (my road bike, my mountain bike, my roadster, and the the Diva's purple mountain bike). The Diva continuously complained about pain in her wrists from her mountain bike. At first I thought she was being a diva but after I was forced to borrow her bike for commuting to work for a few days I realized she was right. Her purple Walmart Schwinn with the flowers on the seat might be fun for off-roading but because of the aggressive forward position, it was no fun for long distance cruising.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I love my Diva and because I must convince her to abandon her car in all but the most necessary situations, I combed the Craigslist ads for the perfect bike. After much searching I found a diamond in the rough - a 1967 Royal Scot.. We drove (yes drove) to meet the previous owner and to see if the bike was the right fit and if she liked it. Here are some pictures which were kindly furnished by the previous owner in his Craigslist ad -&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, she didn't like it. In fact she hated the bike before she even  got on it. I begged her to give it a chance and she did taking it for a bike ride around the neighborhood. I nervously waited for her return and proudly smiled when my Diva came around the corner. To my great sadness though she came saying NOT to buy the bike. She was convinced this was not the bike for her. The handle bars were too low, the fenders looked like they were about to fall off from rust, the brakes did not work, the front rims seemed bent, the crankshaft pedals were bent, the gears did not shift, someone dripped paint all over the finish, it creaked and heaved when it moved (like Billy's grandfather begging to be killed), the fenders rubbed against the cracked tires, and worst of all the bike felt "unsafe". At least that was the official word from the Diva - even the guy trying to sell me the bike told me not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I listened to no one and I bought the bike. I rode it home part of the way and I walked it home most of the way. I knew deep down inside there was an inner beauty only me and Boutros Boutros-Ghali could see. Perhaps my good friends at &lt;a href="http://www.bellbikes.com/"&gt;Belitte Bikes&lt;/a&gt; would confirm my suspicions. Perhaps they would tell me I was a fool and this bike was worthless. All I know is there are now 7 bikes at the house, we still don't have bike parking, and the Diva hates her new toy. All I need now is to go bike riding with the Diva and we get a flat in the middle of nowhere. That would surely destroy my dreams of happy and relaxed biking for hours and hours with the Diva cross country.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course this battle is not over. I will bring this little Scot back to life and I will make the Diva love it - I hope. Stay tuned for more details on operation Restore Royal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-7188344703161338313?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7188344703161338313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=7188344703161338313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7188344703161338313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7188344703161338313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/royal-scot-joins-family.html' title='A Royal Scot Joins the Family'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSLSKYi-RBg/S9PbuAqNmlI/AAAAAAAAGNg/wo6DwtUAe9o/s72-c/CIMG0295royal+scot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-5634480226060081467</id><published>2011-04-29T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:49:48.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Green Goo Really Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it has been 10 days and my flat has turned into a small leak. Everyday I wake up to go to work and everyday I have to put a little air into my tire. I am sure there is something inside that is causing a recurrent flat. Regardless, no bike shop wants to touch a slimed up tube and I haven't had the time to try and figure out what is causing my tire issues. It seems to me that only thing that is keeping me in business is this slime.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently this slime in the tubes reseals small holes and punctures. Although it is annoying having to pump air in my tires everyday, it is more annoying to have to change a flat. I know eventually the joy will end but so far so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-5634480226060081467?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5634480226060081467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=5634480226060081467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/5634480226060081467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/5634480226060081467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-green-goo-really-work.html' title='Does Green Goo Really Work?'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-3662473560581847061</id><published>2011-04-14T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:50:17.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pashley's First Flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So last night I got a little buzzed on Duvel and decided to bike ride to the supermarket and buy some BBQ items. I purchased way too much stuff to safely carry back, but carry back I did. Since I was a little drunk I decided bike riding at high speeds on the street was unwise so I broke the law again and rode on the sidewalk nice and slowly. I kept jumping curbs all while transporting a huge amount of groceries. I came home, unpacked my stuff and started to BBQ sometime around 10PM last night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up this morning, got ready for work, and finally went out to hop on my bike for a trip to work. I found that there was green goo all over the floor under my bike and my tire had several splotches of green goo. WTF?! Then I realized what happened - in my drunken haze the night before I must have gotten a flat and not realized it. Well, this bike has been ridden well over a thousand miles and probably close to 1500 without one flat. My road bike can barely do 100 without a flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nightmares of tube patching, tire changing, and lots of sweating crossed my mind. But the green goo - that's supposed to patch a leak. I took out my bike pump, pumped up my tire and held my breath. So far the bike has held air all day long. Could it be this green goo actually works? I guess we will see tomorrow if the rear tire holds air.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good night all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-3662473560581847061?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3662473560581847061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=3662473560581847061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/3662473560581847061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/3662473560581847061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/06/pashleys-first-flat.html' title='The Pashley&apos;s First Flat'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-7816874116158952823</id><published>2011-03-19T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:51:41.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So What is a NYC Bicycle Rider? - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Amsterdam! It opened my eyes forever and no - not for the reasons you are thinking you deviant. Amsterdam is the land of bikes. There are bikes everywhere and cars - they actually stop to give you right of way! Oh, and the bikes are uber comfy with racks in the back and the front to carry stuff. I actually carried my luggage from the train station to the our rented townhouse on my bike. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;
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Amsterdam! Where bikes have their own lanes, their own traffic lights, and throughout the Netherlands and Belgium, bikes have their own interstate highway system. It's crazy but true - the bike highways have exists and kilo-millage signs that run parallel to the car highways but are separated by tons of steel and wire.&lt;br /&gt;
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More bikes are stolen every year in Amsterdam then the city has people! The people I saw tended to be very fit because of the active lifestyle and it is not unusual to see a whole family out for a bike ride on a sunny afternoon. During the week in the mornings, rain or shine, you can see young girls on pink barbie doll bikes going to school. &lt;br /&gt;
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The bike is King (or Queen fore even Beatrix bikes to work) in Holland and Belgium, as it should be. Pedestrians get out of the way for oncoming bikers because everyone knows how annoying it is to lose momentum on a bike. EVERYONE in Amsterdam that can physically ride a bicycle does. In fact, some statistics show that in Amsterdam it is more likely that a trip will be done by bike then by car. 30% of people ride their bike to work everyday with an additional 40% riding their bikes to work occasionally. That is more then half your population riding a bike to work which helps keep biking safe because the dude you door-slam could be your boss.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amsterdam revealed the truth to me. Amsterdam showed me that I COULD ride my bike in the rain (even though my dad always said no) without getting a streak of mud across my back. Amsterdam made me believe that I could ride my bike safely with class, dignity, and proper posture. In Amsterdam I realized that life was more fun on the back of a bicycle - especially when it had fenders, lights that ran on pedal power, racks to carry stuff, a fully covered chain-case, a double kickstand, and the all important "get the hell out of my way" bell. I also learned in Amsterdam that 3 speeds is all I need.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I found my Nirvana I wondered how I could bring back this little slice of heaven to the states. Was New York City ready for a Dutch cruiser bike? Only time, and possibly this blog, will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-7816874116158952823?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7816874116158952823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=7816874116158952823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7816874116158952823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7816874116158952823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-what-is-nyc-bicycle-rider-part-2.html' title='So What is a NYC Bicycle Rider? - Part 2'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-7321616124487668045</id><published>2011-03-01T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:49:23.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So What is a NYC Bicycle Rider? - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am a New York City bicycle rider and I own 3 bikes. I own my old, trusty Trek 1000 that still gets comments `cause its so nice (not). I mean, it's a good quality bike and it's been well maintained so it runs great but it is past its prime. I've had that thing since the 80's and it is all I knew of bikes (except for my old BMX and assorted kid tricycles) until I borrowed a friend's mountain bike here and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward 20 years later and all I've ridden day in and day out is my road bike. It is very fast and very nimble which makes it a great racing bike. Unfortunately I never race (unless some other dude tries to pass me on one of my leisurely rides). Then it is a race I usually lose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, I loved my bike and I loved riding it, except when it rained because my back got all wet and the brakes didn't work so well on a wet rim. Oh and I hated to ride it in rough pavement for fear of damaging a rim or popping a tire. Oh and I didn't like it off road for obvious reasons. I also felt unsafe bent don't near my brakes, but I felt unsafe sitting upright unable to quickly hit my brakes. And the road bike handlebars were not good for carrying groceries so going to the supermarket meant bringing a backpack. Last but surely not least, even though I loved and still love my Trek road bike, I never liked the fact I was going to get chain grease on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;
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My girlfriend gave me a mountain bike about 5 years ago. That bike was very similar to my road bike (since I don't race) except it was slower and could go off road (duh). The handlebars were better for groceries but I still really needed a book bag. Another positive was that it got flats much less then my Trek.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent my days mostly on my Trek probably out of habit or because Dr. K would yell at me for riding my mountain bike. Only if I was bike riding with The Diva would I take my mountain bike. Even with all the negatives I loved and still love that Trek. Then something changed my life for ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-7321616124487668045?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7321616124487668045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=7321616124487668045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7321616124487668045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/7321616124487668045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-what-is-nyc-bicycle-rider-part-1.html' title='So What is a NYC Bicycle Rider? - Part 1'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-6270554174079625142</id><published>2010-10-22T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:52:40.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagenize.com - Building Better Bicycle Cultures: Copenhagen in Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.copenhagenize.com/2010/10/copenhagen-in-madrid.html"&gt;Copenhagenize.com - Building Better Bicycle Cultures: Copenhagen in Madrid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-6270554174079625142?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.copenhagenize.com/2010/10/copenhagen-in-madrid.html' title='Copenhagenize.com - Building Better Bicycle Cultures: Copenhagen in Madrid'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6270554174079625142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=6270554174079625142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6270554174079625142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6270554174079625142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/10/copenhagenizecom-building-better.html' title='Copenhagenize.com - Building Better Bicycle Cultures: Copenhagen in Madrid'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-8323997395977947572</id><published>2010-09-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:48:19.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MTA Vehicles the Way They Should Be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This little gem was submitted by my friend at &lt;a href="http://fishthenet.info/"&gt;http://fishthenet.info&lt;/a&gt;. Even the tag line is hers but I agree - these are what the MTA vehicles look like in my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;
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In all seriousness, this guy has pretty much guaranteed his bike will NEVER be stolen. EVER! Good job buddy and nice bike.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way I see it if that bike doesn't have a front fender that bike is no better then the $25 derailleur equipped 10 speed you can find on Craigslist any day of the week. Sure Bro Bro won't get grease on his pants and sure he can carry a girl or groceries on the back rack, but let us face reality - the first time he goes over a puddle too fast he will rue the day he purchased that bike. Why you ask? Because he will be covered in stagnant city water or mud or worse, DOG POO! And why will Bro Bro be covered in dog poo? Because he choose to ride without a front mud guard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully for my blog, this saga continues. I did find what is being advertised as a $100 dollar dutch style bike. Here is a link - http://times-up.org/index.php?page=bike-co-op#TimesUpBikeRecyclingProgram. It is a single speed with a coaster brake but for a $100 it seems perfect as a beater bike. Me and Bro Bro might head out to check this place out on Wednesday. I will try to post some pics and add some links if we actually go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-6975061264607440091?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6975061264607440091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=6975061264607440091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6975061264607440091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/6975061264607440091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/continuing-saga-of-bro-bro-and-his.html' title='The Continuing Saga of Bro Bro and His Bicycle'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-8198973078024467829</id><published>2010-08-01T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:46:03.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt for Bro Bro's Bike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In an effort to move Bro Bro into more civilized transportation methods I have been enlisted to find him a bike. Of course, not just any bike – he wants a fully loaded and functional commuter bike for $150 or under.  He wants a fully encased chain, fenders front and back, a carrying rack in the back, and a comfortable riding position.&lt;br /&gt;
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Considering we live in the US and not in Holland or Belgium, his requests are not going to be easy to make come true. Not many bike shops will sell a commuter bike for under $600 new with most pricing these fine beasts upwards of $1000.&lt;br /&gt;
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If he were looking for a new bike and money was no object my first recommendation would be the Mercedes of bikes, a Gazelle. Built at the same factory in Holland for over 100 years, their quality is so phenomenal that they have been given the title of "Royal" bike company by the Royals of the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a close second would be a beautiful Batavus which is also assembled in Holland. If Gazelle's are Mercedes then Batavus is the BMW of Dutch bikes. Much like Americans in this country tend to gravitate around Chevy or Ford (but not both), Dutch kids often group into Gazelle followers and Batavus followers. One could only dream that in New York City people would be so passionate about their bikes that they would form rival groups in competition for "coolest" bike in town.&lt;br /&gt;
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My third option, were money no object in acquiring Bro Bro's bike, would be a Pashley. I own a Pashley and the bike is a dream - it's fast, relatively light for a roadster, and with all the bells and whistles of the Dutch bikes. In fact, the Dutch bikes copied the English roadsters of yore and then, in typical Dutch fashion, improved upon the idea and made it their own. Unfortunately Pashley's are really, really expensive which makes one sad to ride it in the rain or snow. Well, it makes me sad to ride it in the snow and the rain. That is a sadness I don't want Bro Bro to feel. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thus we move to our fourth option - Craigslist, eBay, and other assorted second hand bike sellers. One could go crazy jumping from eBay to various geographically local Craigslists or one could could to this great site I found. I'm almost hesitant to give the link because I know it will increase my competition in find that perfect commuter bike but since Mr. E rocks the house... &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;
http://bike.jaxed.com&lt;br /&gt;
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This site will allow you to search for hundreds, nay thousands of bikes, in a clean interface. It searches eBay, Craigslist, and various other parts of the cloud for specific key words. You can filter by brand, or as I am doing for Bro Bro, "Three Speed" or "3 Speed" with no manufacturer listed. I'm not getting any Pashelys, Gazelles, or Batavus for $150 and under but I have found some descent deals. Now it's up to Bro Bro to get off his ass and make some phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-8198973078024467829?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/8198973078024467829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=8198973078024467829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/8198973078024467829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/8198973078024467829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/03/hunt-for-bro-bros-bike.html' title='The Hunt for Bro Bro&apos;s Bike.'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-3270453539332867145</id><published>2010-07-12T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:43:54.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Video on the Interstate Highway System of the Netherlands or the Future of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As my readers know, back in March Ray LaHood (Transportation  Secretary of the United States) put out a policy statement that changes  forever the way federal transportation funds are distributed. No  longer will pedestrians and cyclists be considered second class citizens in the distribution of funds. From now on all appropriations will be distributed equally between motor vehicles, cyclists, and pedestrians. Furthermore the federal government's goal is to complete an interstate bicycle highway similar to the one in this video taken just east of Leiden, Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;
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This could be the future of bicycle riding in the United States. Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;
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1. Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;
2. Portland, OR&lt;br /&gt;
3. Boulder, CO&lt;br /&gt;
4. Seattle&lt;br /&gt;
5. Eugene, OR&lt;br /&gt;
6. San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;
7. Madison, WI&lt;br /&gt;
8. New York City&lt;br /&gt;
9. Tucson, AZ&lt;br /&gt;
10. Chicago&lt;br /&gt;
11. Austin, TX&lt;br /&gt;
12. Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;
13. Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;
14. Ann Arbor, MI&lt;br /&gt;
15. Phoenix/Tempe, AZ&lt;br /&gt;
16. Gainesville, FL&lt;br /&gt;
17. Albuquerque, NM&lt;br /&gt;
18. Colorado Springs, CO&lt;br /&gt;
19. Salem, OR&lt;br /&gt;
20. Scottsdale, AZ&lt;br /&gt;
21. Louisville, KY &lt;br /&gt;
22. Chattanooga, TN&lt;br /&gt;
23. Long Beach, CA&lt;br /&gt;
24. Cary, NC&lt;br /&gt;
25. Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;
26. Boston&lt;br /&gt;
27. Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;
28. Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;
29. Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;
30. Arlington, VA&lt;br /&gt;
31. Sioux Falls, SD&lt;br /&gt;
32. Boise, ID &lt;br /&gt;
33. Kansas City, MO&lt;br /&gt;
34. Columbus, OH&lt;br /&gt;
35. Tulsa, OK&lt;br /&gt;
36. Grand Rapids, MI&lt;br /&gt;
37. Billings, MT&lt;br /&gt;
38. St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;
39. Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;
40. Greensboro, NC&lt;br /&gt;
41. Lexington-Fayette, KY&lt;br /&gt;
42. Omaha, NE&lt;br /&gt;
43. Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;
44. Miami&lt;br /&gt;
45. Indianapolis&lt;br /&gt;
46. Fargo, ND&lt;br /&gt;
47. Anchorage, AK&lt;br /&gt;
48. Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;
49. Little Rock, AR&lt;br /&gt;
50. Rochester, NY&lt;br /&gt;
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To prepare this list, we referenced the Bicycling and Walking in the  United States 2010 Benchmarking Report, prepared by the Alliance for  Biking and Walking; the League of American Bicyclists Bicycle Friendly  America project; data from Mediamark Research, Inc., Dun &amp;amp;  Bradstreet and The Nielsen Company; and advice from national and local  bike advocates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-5515413119205794188?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5515413119205794188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=5515413119205794188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/5515413119205794188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/5515413119205794188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/05/americas-top-50-bike-friendly-cities.html' title='America&apos;s Top 50 Bike-Friendly Cities accodring to bicycling.com'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-5874555904834990697</id><published>2010-05-21T00:41:00.086-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:55:32.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Montauk Century (or how I won the war in 11 hours)</title><content type='html'>For weeks now it has been assumed by everyone I know that May 16th I would attempt to bicycle 100 miles from Babylon to Montauk. I wasn't so sure it was going to happen. I mean, I told everyone I would do it but it seemed rather ridiculous to bicycle 100 miles. All I kept thinking was how much my butt would hurt after an ordeal like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me and Dr. K debated what bike I should take. I argued with the good folks at Belitte Bicycles and I argued with Simon at Kissena Bicycles (who has a special relationship with my Trek) that I should take my roadster for comfort. Everyone argued with me that I would take FOREVER on the roadster and should take my road bike. In the end I acquiesced to peer pressure only cause Dr. K tells me the following -&lt;br /&gt;
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"Uh dude, if you take the roadster me and the Branks man (Dr. K's cousin and an old friend) will not wait for you. We'll meet you at the finish line."&lt;br /&gt;
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For me the whole reason for engaging in this lunacy was to chill with Dr. K and B so I took the Trek to the Century. I drove to Branko's and hitched in a ride in his truck.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Upon arriving we met up with Dr. K and he goes through a checklist of all the things I need to have -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biking shorts - I say no.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Biking shoes - I say no.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;High visibility bright neon yellow wind breaker - I say no.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tight spandex or Lycra for less wind resistance - I say no. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Extra tube and pump - I say no BUT I have a patch kit and I know how to use it!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He asks if I ate lots of carbs - I say no cause I had no breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;
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Ok, so it pretty much sounds like I am going to be in trouble. I don't want to do this. It's cold and my back hurts and I'm hungry from not eating breakfast and I'm tired from getting less then 3 hours of sleep, and I want my PASHLEY! Still, I keep a brave face knowing I have no problem quitting the tour as soon as I want to, pride be damned!&lt;br /&gt;
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There was no fan fare, there was no starting gun. We got there late anyway so we took off alone and quickly caught up to a pack of 20 or 30 riders. Already my left elbow hurt from having to lean forward in the aggressive riding position required of my Trek. Dr. K. is flying past everyone in the race and I'm falling further and further behind. His cousin is right behind him. We didn't take maps - we just headed east following the pink markings on the floor. This was going to suck. I was less then 10 miles in and already I was regretting this decision. Why did I let K talk me into this!&lt;br /&gt;
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I struggled to keep up with the pace my friends were taking. How was I going to keep this up for 100 miles if I couldn't for 10 or 20. I quickly realized doing this stupid thing was an epic fail and I was going to hate myself for wasting the money and time on this lunacy. This was just like the time Dr. K dared me to drive my Audi into a giant puddle. My car only made it out with the help of firemen and never lived again. But I digress - an hour and twenty minutes later we arrived at the first rest stop. About 25 miles at an average of 19mph gave me hope I might be able to finish this bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next 25 miles were pretty uneventful except for the constant pain. By the time we reached the middle mark I was not a happy camper. The rest stop was very pretty but as you can see on our faces, we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I ate up as much grub as my belly would fit (and probably more). Thankfully they had plenty of yummy PB and J, Nutella, chips, and weird electrolyte waters.&lt;br /&gt;
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After filling our bellies with food and drink, we were ready to start the 2nd half of our ordeal. Although this last quarter was tough the allure of an ice cream truck beckoned us to the 75 milesh mark. At least that's what Dr. K told us awaited us at the 75 mile mark.&lt;br /&gt;
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What ensued was pure hell! At one point I hit a sand patch and fell off my bike. I was turning back looking for Branko when over I went. Nothing was hurt except my pride. I came up and took a pick for the Diva with my camera, pedaled for about 5 minutes, and then realized that when I fell my phone must have fallen out. I had to back track and swing back and for looking for my little blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;
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This picture above was pretty much the end of photographic documentation save one pathetic cell phone pic somewhere around mile "I don't know". In the last pic I had energy to take Dr. K is clearly visible in the bright neon windbreaker. He came prepared and would surely never get hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;
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Around mile 66, or so I thought, I stumbled unto an Indian reservation where I was offered water, tobacco, a blessing, and directions. I was starting to get headaches from dehydration so I guzzled down about 1 litre of&amp;nbsp; ice cold water the American Indians gave me. I ended up having to lay down for a significant period of time due to what Dr. K said was a cramp of my esophagus (or something like that). Little did I know that my friends were waiting around the corner and little did I know the next rest stop at 75 miles was less then 1 mile away. I limped to that last rest stop and decided to give up because the ice cream truck had already left by the time we got there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I called my Diva and told her it was over. I couldn't go much farther and the end was near. I don't remember what she said because I was in a dehydrated haze but I recall B wanted to end the hell and I remember him saying he would not wait while me and Dr. K napped. He took off alone ahead of us but at this point I had lost all track of time. K timed our quarters so I knew that the first 25 miles were completed in 1 hour 20 minutes, the second in 2 hours 20 minutes, and the 3rd quarter was 3 hours and 30 minutes or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I am about to leave I find out these bastards have decided to make this tour 109 miles in honour of I don't know what! I was actually at a rest stop at the 79.5 mile mark and needed another 29.5 miles to complete. NO WAY! I would go until I could and then I would call over the paddy wagon that lifts dejected cyclists from the end of the line. To add insult to injury my trusted friend, who is a much stronger cyclist then me, asks if he can go and finish as fast as he can. I of course say yes because I don't need him there when the paddy wagon comes to get me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Off we went unto route 27 and quickly Dr. K's bright neon wind breaker faded into the distance. I just putted along with no track of time while running numbers in my head as to how long it would take me if I actually attempted to finish this thing. I figured there was no way in hell I was going&amp;nbsp; 10 miles an hour so this would take me no less then 3 hours. I really was unable to track time.&lt;br /&gt;
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This part of the ride though was the most peaceful perhaps because I sensed death was near. As old ladies, children, and tandems passed me, I was able to reflect on the beauty of the countryside and the tranquility of some areas in Suffolk. I was at peace and I was enjoying my ride until the hills hit. I kept on seeing the paddy wagon pulled over helping some sorry soul that had been unable to finish and every time I trudged on. As I climbed one particularly long hill I saw the support services truck in the distance. This time I was beckoned towards the truck. I was told this was the last truck heading to Montauk so this was my last chance to hitch a ride. I asked him how much farther to go since I had no map and had little clue where I was. He said I had about 7 miles left! Holy crap, I had biked over 100 miles! I declined his ride and decided to finish. What was the point of giving up now? The only thing that could stop me was a flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finish I did and it only took me about 11 hours. The feeling as you come around the last turn and see the mass of people at the finish line was nothing short of exhilarating. I am doing this next year and I hope all of you join me. It's a lot easier then you think so long as you can deal with a little bit of discomfort plus you can tell people you bicycled 109 miles!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and somehow, according to the analytic reports, they read 5 pages. I didn't know I had five pages! I think I can fairly say I have my first "satisfied" customer. I hope he or she comes back and I hope he or she rides a bike. Even better Willoughby Ohio would start a blog trying to civilize bikers in Willoughby Ohio so the wheel of life continues forward. A quick look at the place on Google Maps shows there are no bike trails - that's so sad. Thankfully, as per my previous posting, the Federal Government is making it a point to place cars, pedestrians, and bicyclists on equal footing when it comes to funds distribution. This means that bike trails are coming to town near you real soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The realist in me thinks otherwise. Odds are some dude was looking for something to write for some college paper on the dangers of bike riding in urban environments, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regardless of your motivation, thank you for coming Willoughby Ohio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-1892510122374555294?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1892510122374555294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=1892510122374555294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/1892510122374555294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/1892510122374555294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/nyc-bike-dangerous-heres-to-you.html' title='NYC BIKE DANGEROUS - Here&apos;s to you Willoughby Ohio!'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-4678814514602661017</id><published>2010-04-11T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:14:27.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>United States Department of Transportation Policy Statement on Bicycle and Pedestrian Accommodation Regulations and Recommendations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Signed on March 11, 2010 and announced March 15,  2010&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Also available on the &lt;a href="http://www.dot.gov/affairs/2010/bicycle-ped.html"&gt;United States  Department of Transportation Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Purpose&lt;/h2&gt;The United States Department of Transportation (DOT) is providing  this Policy Statement to reflect the Department’s support for the  development of fully integrated active transportation networks. The  establishment of well-connected walking and bicycling networks is an  important component for livable communities, and their design should be a  part of Federal-aid project developments. Walking and bicycling foster  safer, more livable, family-friendly communities; promote physical  activity and health; and reduce vehicle emissions and fuel use.  Legislation and regulations exist that require inclusion of bicycle and  pedestrian policies and projects into transportation plans and project  development. Accordingly, transportation agencies should plan, fund, and  implement improvements to their walking and bicycling networks,  including linkages to transit. In addition, DOT encourages  transportation agencies to go beyond the minimum requirements, and  proactively provide convenient, safe, and context-sensitive facilities  that foster increased use by bicyclists and pedestrians of all ages and  abilities, and utilize universal design characteristics when  appropriate. Transportation programs and facilities should accommodate  people of all ages and abilities, including people too young to drive,  people who cannot drive, and people who choose not to drive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Policy Statement&lt;/h2&gt;The DOT policy is to incorporate safe and convenient walking and  bicycling facilities into transportation projects. Every transportation  agency, including DOT, has the responsibility to improve conditions and  opportunities for walking and bicycling and to integrate walking and  bicycling into their transportation systems. Because of the numerous  individual and community benefits that walking and bicycling provide —  including health, safety, environmental, transportation, and quality of  life — transportation agencies are encouraged to go beyond minimum  standards to provide safe and convenient facilities for these modes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Authority&lt;/h2&gt;This policy is based on various sections in the United States Code  (U.S.C.) and the Code of Federal Regulations (CFR) in Title 23—Highways,  Title 49—Transportation, and Title 42—The Public Health and Welfare.  These sections, provided in the Appendix, describe how bicyclists and  pedestrians of all abilities should be involved throughout the planning  process, should not be adversely affected by other transportation  projects, and should be able to track annual obligations and  expenditures on nonmotorized transportation facilities. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Recommended Actions&lt;/h2&gt;The DOT encourages States, local governments, professional  associations, community organizations, public transportation agencies,  and other government agencies, to adopt similar policy statements on  bicycle and pedestrian accommodation as an indication of their  commitment to accommodating bicyclists and pedestrians as an integral  element of the transportation system. In support of this commitment,  transportation agencies and local communities should go beyond minimum  design standards and requirements to create safe, attractive,  sustainable, accessible, and convenient bicycling and walking networks.  Such actions should include:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Considering walking and bicycling as equals with other  transportation modes: The primary goal of a transportation system is to  safely and efficiently move people and goods. Walking and bicycling are  efficient transportation modes for most short trips and, where  convenient intermodal systems exist, these nonmotorized trips can easily  be linked with transit to significantly increase trip distance. Because  of the benefits they provide, transportation agencies should give the  same priority to walking and bicycling as is given to other  transportation modes. Walking and bicycling should not be an  afterthought in roadway design.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ensuring that there are transportation choices for people of all  ages and abilities, especially children: Pedestrian and bicycle  facilities should meet accessibility requirements and provide safe,  convenient, and interconnected transportation networks. For example,  children should have safe and convenient options for walking or  bicycling to school and parks. People who cannot or prefer not to drive  should have safe and efficient transportation choices.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Going beyond minimum design standards: Transportation agencies are  encouraged, when possible, to avoid designing walking and bicycling  facilities to the minimum standards. For example, shared-use paths that  have been designed to minimum width requirements will need retrofits as  more people use them. It is more effective to plan for increased usage  than to retrofit an older facility. Planning projects for the long-term  should anticipate likely future demand for bicycling and walking  facilities and not preclude the provision of future improvements.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Integrating bicycle and pedestrian accommodation on new,  rehabilitated, and limited-access bridges: DOT encourages bicycle and  pedestrian accommodation on bridge projects including facilities on  limited-access bridges with connections to streets or paths.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Collecting data on walking and biking trips: The best way to improve  transportation networks for any mode is to collect and analyze trip  data to optimize investments. Walking and bicycling trip data for many  communities are lacking. This data gap can be overcome by establishing  routine collection of nonmotorized trip information. Communities that  routinely collect walking and bicycling data are able to track trends  and prioritize investments to ensure the success of new facilities.  These data are also valuable in linking walking and bicycling with  transit. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Setting mode share targets for walking and bicycling and tracking  them over time: A byproduct of improved data collection is that  communities can establish targets for increasing the percentage of trips  made by walking and bicycling.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Removing snow from sidewalks and shared-use paths: Current  maintenance provisions require pedestrian facilities built with Federal  funds to be maintained in the same manner as other roadway assets. State  Agencies have generally established levels of service on various routes  especially as related to snow and ice events. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Improving nonmotorized facilities during maintenance projects: Many  transportation agencies spend most of their transportation funding on  maintenance rather than on constructing new facilities. Transportation  agencies should find ways to make facility improvements for pedestrians  and bicyclists during resurfacing and other maintenance projects.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Conclusion&lt;/h2&gt;Increased commitment to and investment in bicycle facilities and  walking networks can help meet goals for cleaner, healthier air; less  congested roadways; and more livable, safe, cost-efficient communities.  Walking and bicycling provide low-cost mobility options that place fewer  demands on local roads and highways. DOT recognizes that safe and  convenient walking and bicycling facilities may look different depending  on the context — appropriate facilities in a rural community may be  different from a dense, urban area. However, regardless of regional,  climate, and population density differences, it is important that  pedestrian and bicycle facilities be integrated into transportation  systems. While DOT leads the effort to provide safe and convenient  accommodations for pedestrians and bicyclists, success will ultimately  depend on transportation agencies across the country embracing and  implementing this policy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ray LaHood, United States Secretary of Transportation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-4678814514602661017?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4678814514602661017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=4678814514602661017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/4678814514602661017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/4678814514602661017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/united-states-department-of.html' title='United States Department of Transportation Policy Statement on Bicycle and Pedestrian Accommodation Regulations and Recommendations'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139341471836823883.post-194543805102306796</id><published>2010-03-22T23:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:22:46.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Shops Frustrate Me Cause They Don't Sell What I Want!</title><content type='html'>Bike shops frustrate me. They frustrate me because you walk in there looking for a nice utility bike (aka commuter) and they want to sell you some fancy road bike or some monster mountain bike. Some of them may actually try to pass off some mountain bike with skinny wheels as a utility bike but it's not. It's a mountain bike with skinny tires.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell them their bikes are nice but I want to ride my bike to work and I don't want to get grease on my leg. They say, no worries my brother, just roll up your pant legs. Then I say, what do I do when it's cold out or when I want to dress nice. They laughed. Nice response - laugh at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I asking for too much when I ask for a full covered chaincase, front and back fenders, and at least one carrying rack! I can always add the lights and bell later, but come on - don't laugh at me because America is caught in some weird time warp where bikers have to wear Lycra and count their cadence to be "bikers".&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of us don't mind going slow, only need 3 speeds, and can thank their lucky stars they own NOTHING made of Lycra. I bike in jeans and flip flops (which my girlfriend detests and bemoans as extremely dangerous). I carry a jug of water on my back rack, and ring my bell liberally. Apparently, in the US few bike shops care to cater to my needs.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what is my alternative? To scour the Craigslist or eBay ads looking for some sorry soul in the process of losing his most prized possession - a European commuter bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139341471836823883-194543805102306796?l=nycbikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/feeds/194543805102306796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139341471836823883&amp;postID=194543805102306796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/194543805102306796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139341471836823883/posts/default/194543805102306796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nycbikers.blogspot.com/2010/03/bike-shops-frustrate-me.html' title='Bike Shops Frustrate Me Cause They Don&apos;t Sell What I Want!'/><author><name>E. Edward Hobbes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07696566845178597868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
